The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The little fairy in the courtyard has disappeared, but the rose bushes and magic fountain are still there. It is foreseeable that before the roses wither, this will be a date spot for little wizards.

As they passed the reindeer statue, they saw an unexpected person on a stone bench.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry shouted in surprise.

"Good morning, Harry, Ron, Loren and Hermione." Dumbledore held a piece of parchment paper in his hand, looked down at them with a smile, and said happily, "You are going to confront Hagrid. ?"

"Oh, yes." Harry nodded blankly, not sure why the headmaster knew about this.

"That's great, pass this letter to him for me." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with azure blue. He dragged his beige robe over and handed the letter to Harry.

Before anyone could speak, Dumbledore waved to himself and walked towards the castle, leaving behind a lazy voice:

"Goodbye, my dear, the dance last night was very exciting. Forgive me for my lack of energy as an old man. I have to go back and catch up on my sleep."

Loren looked at his back and blinked.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this old man was avoiding too much contact with him.

When did it start?

It seems that since it was revealed that Moody was a pretender...

Hermione didn't want to pry into other people's letters, but the letter was open in plain sight. She glanced at it a few times unconsciously, and then her face gradually became serious and she shouted in a low voice:

"You guys, come and read this letter!"

The four people gathered around and read the letter that the principal asked them to deliver.

Although it was written on letter paper, the wording was more like a press release, written by an old acquaintance of theirs - Rita Skeeter.

"... Rubeus Hagrid admitted that he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and has been working as the school's gamekeeper ever since, a job that Dumbledore found for him. Last year, Hagrid unexpectedly He used mystical influence on the principal to win out from many more qualified candidates, and got himself the position of Professor of Care of Magical Creatures.

"Hagrid is a large, menacing-looking man who abuses his newfound power to procure a series of terrifying animals to scare the students under his charge. In a series of almost terrifying lessons, Hagrid has caused Many students were injured, but Dumbledore had an ambiguous attitude towards this.

“According to the investigation, Hagrid is cultivating an animal he named a blast-tailed snail, which is a cross between a manticore and a fire crab and is very dangerous...

"Hagrid is not a pure-blood wizard as he always pretends to be, or even a pure-blood human! We can exclusively reveal that his mother is none other than the giant Friedvarfa, and her whereabouts are unknown."

As always, she uses a small amount of facts to stir up emotions, and the writing style is more skillful, and it is more subtle when influencing readers to follow her thoughts, and has more of a hint of Muggle media.

Loren's eyes slowly swept over the letter paper, and the face of the journalist Rita Skeeter emerged in his mind. He met in a hurry in New York during the summer vacation, and later appeared in the Goblet of Fire. The first project She even conducted an interview when the Warriors were testing the wand before the game.

Although the reports about Harry were still biased, they were much better than before. Unexpectedly, she had prepared big news just after Christmas...

Hermione read the manuscript in a low voice. After a long introduction about giants, Rita came to the conclusion: "Hagrid, as the son of giant Friedvarfa, seems to have inherited the cruel nature of giants, which makes Harry Potter and his classmates are shrouded in a dangerous cloud."

After Harry and Ron finished reading, their mouths opened in a daze.

"How did she find out?" Harry asked quietly.

"She must have turned into a beetle and eavesdropped in the flowers last night! This despicable reporter!" Hermione glared at the stone sculpture with angry eyes, and the letter trembled in her hand.

Loren silently turned the letter to the back and found that there was nothing following. There was only a press release written on the letter: "Don't worry too much. If Skeeter wants to publish it, we have already published it this morning." The Daily Prophet saw the news.”

"Then this is?"

"This is a correspondence between her and Dumbledore. Whether it was intercepted by the principal or written to him by Skeeter on his own initiative, it has nothing to do with us." Loren folded the letter and put it into the pocket of his magic robe, " Let’s go see Hagrid first.”

Hermione sighed softly: "Hagrid must be so sad to see this."

Accompanied by the rustling of footsteps, the figures of the four people gradually disappeared into the rose garden. Pass through the magic fountain in the center of the courtyard, follow the winding path, and enter a white world.

Dumbledore, who was hiding behind the stone pillars of the castle, watched them go away, his smile slowly faded, and he shook his head. Even children who have not grown up can see things clearly, why can’t those who are older understand it?

He didn't know whether the giantess Fredervafa had maternal nature in her nature, but his gamekeeper knew how to take care of small animals best and could understand the feelings of those abandoned little ones best. Rubeus Hagrid had experienced it. One person's feelings, so he doesn't want other people to experience this feeling.

Fortunately, he is not alone, he has made a group of good friends...

Dumbledore turned and went upstairs, returned to the office, and smiled at the long-awaited guest: "Sorry, Miss Skeeter, the wind and snow outside were too heavy, so I was a little slow to come back."

Rita Skeeter, who was sitting at the guest seat at the desk, turned around and tapped her right thumb high while holding the coffee. She said in a high-pitched voice: "It's nothing. I'm not bored here. You want to taste me." Did you make special coffee, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"My pleasure."

Dumbledore returned to his seat, smiled and took the coffee Rita poured for him, sniffed it close to his nose, and praised: "There is a rich aroma, very rich."

"I learned in New York that the Muggle method is very troublesome, but it is much easier if you have a wand..." Rita smiled and said, "In addition, I also saw some interesting things on your bookshelf, such as, My article from the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards Conference—"

"Ahem..."

Before Rita could finish her words, she saw the always calm old principal coughing violently, and it took her a while to calm down her breathing.

Rita stood up and wanted to do something, but she saw him holding out his hand to indicate that he was not using it, so she had to ask quickly: "Principal Dumbledore, do you want to go to the school doctor's office?"

"It's okay, I made you worry." Dumbledore wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and pushed the coffee away calmly, "Let's get down to business."

"Okay..." Rita looked at him carefully, fearing that something might happen to the centenarian. After observing for a while, she found that there was really no problem, and then continued, "I believe the manuscript just now has proved my Sincerely, I am here and just want to know an answer.”

"what is the answer?"

"Is your warning at the International Federation of Wizards Conference true?"

Dumbledore looked directly into her eyes. He was worthy of being a Ravenclaw graduate. So many smart politicians and experts thought it was another unfunny joke on his part. Only this reporter came to verify it.

"Rita, I have to remind you, if you want to pursue the hottest news, Mysterious Man is not the right choice, and you know why."

"I have no shortage of news. The purpose of pursuing answers is to avoid danger. I have read in Muggle articles about animals that beetles with keen senses can sense weather changes before the rainy season." Rita picked up the cup elegantly. Coffee, took a sip.

Dumbledore watched her movements and became slightly silent: "I can continue to provide you with danger warnings, but while you are keeping secrets, you also need to do something for me."

"I have to understand the task first, and then judge whether the effort and reward are equal."

"There are many intelligent groups that are not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. I need you to go to the places where they hide and live... giants... vampires... Kurupira... fairies... sirens..."

The delicate silverware on the table exhaled warm white mist, drowning out the sounds of bargaining, until Rita drank a pot of coffee, and the secret deal was finally finalized.

"so be it."

Rita said with a smile on her face. She stood up, bowed politely, and left the principal's office on bright red high heels.

When the footsteps completely disappeared, Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, tapped his fingers on the table, and fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long it took, but Dumbledore blinked and refocused his deep eyes. His eyes fell on the coffee on the right, looked at Rita's empty cup, and then looked at the empty teapot.

The old principal was thoughtful.

After a few seconds.

"puff!"

…

Snow was falling again outside the castle, and the breath coming out of the mouth and nose turned into white mist.

The road outside was a bit difficult to walk. There was thick snow on the road to the venue, and the temperature was very low. The cold wind blew on his face like someone was being slapped. Loren was slapped twice, shivering and hitting himself and the little witch. Lost a bubble head charm.

Protects against cold and keeps warm.

Ron looked at the two people walking hand in hand and felt a bit toothache, and couldn't help shouting: "Hey, where's ours?"

"You don't know how to soak your head?" Loren held Hermione's warm little hand without looking back.

"Our Head Bubble Charm is not as effective as yours!" Harry said confidently.

"Then you need to practice more."

Loren kept walking. In order to prevent Hermione from falling, he changed to a safer position, his right hand lovingly hugged her shoulder, and the other hand held her left hand, which was steady and safe.

Hermione remained silent and followed Loren silently forward.

Harry and Ron stared at each other for a while, then reluctantly caught up with them after a few minutes.

Passing by the shore of the Black Lake, I saw Durmstrang's large ship moored on the lake in the distance, with students wearing thick leather jackets standing on the deck in twos and threes. The nearby ice cubes were shattered and floated on the water, making a crisp rustling sound when they collided.

"The place where Durmstrang is is much colder than here. For them, the weather is quite warm now." Hermione said.

Ilvermorny's school bus was parked neatly at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, with only a layer of snow on the roof. Beauxbatons' carriage was parked next to the stables, and the huge rune horses cuddled against each other to resist the cold, their wings limp. Drooping lazily.

Half an hour later, the group of people arrived at their destination. Loren broke the spell he and the little witch had set on each other and saw the cabin with closed doors and windows: "This is not normal. Usually at this time, Hagrid has returned from patrolling the forest. "

Ron knocked on the door, and a deep barking sound came from the house.

"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry increased his strength and banged on the wooden door, "Open the door quickly!"

Hagrid's dull whimper was his answer.

Hermione couldn't help it anymore and knocked on the door: "Hagrid! Hagrid, that's enough! We know you are in there! Stop crying for that woman Maxim, no one cares that your mother is a giant!"

Hagrid cried louder.

Loren pushed aside a few people and opened the door with the unlocking spell. Yaya rushed towards him, biting Loren's trousers and led him into the room. Several people also saw Hagrid sitting at the table.

He had spots on his face, and his eyes were red and swollen. He was wiping his eyes and nose awkwardly, and asked in a hoarse voice with a hint of crying: "Why are you here?"

"Hagrid, we all know." Hermione took out the letter from Loren's pocket and spread it out on the table to show him. "Not only do we know, but Rita Skeeter also knows."

Harry and Ron walked over in small steps and waited silently for Hagrid to read the report.

Loren took out his magic wand and waved it, summoning a whirlwind to bring fresh air into the house. He also took out tea and desserts from the pendant, placed them on the table and poured tea for everyone: "Drink something and talk slowly. Bar."

At this time, Hagrid also finished reading the report, two round tears flowed from his dark eyes, and he started sobbing again: "Now everyone knows that I will be expelled from Hogwarts again!"

"Professor Dumbledore asked us to forward this to you!" Hermione roared, her voice rising above Hagrid's sobs. "This report will not be sent out, and besides Maxim, do you think we will care about it?" These things?"

Hagrid's eyes lit up, then dimmed quickly: "But sooner or later they will know that they care... I shouldn't cause any more trouble to Dumbledore..."

"You want to resign?" Harry grabbed his sleeve anxiously: "The important thing is not that they don't care, it's that Dumbledore doesn't care, it's that you don't care! Now that this letter is in front of you, don't you still want to Understand?"

"You won't understand. You are not a hybrid giant. Even Olim -"

"So only Maxim cares! Only you care!"

Loren's stern voice made the room quiet for a moment. Hagrid did not dare to look up at him. The other three secretly glanced at his face: "When Dumbledore was not the headmaster, he resisted the opposition of so many people. Let you stay as gamekeeper to this day!

"You became the Care of Magical Creatures professor last year and got into trouble. Harry humbly agreed to Malfoy's request for you! So now, are you going to lock yourself up here and resign to Dumbledore?"

"Just because Maxim doesn't like you, are you going to let down these people who are good to you for the sake of someone you've known for less than two months?"

"I, I'm not..." Hagrid choked, and many more tears rolled down his cheeks, seeping into his shaggy beard.

"Then take action and see!"

Hagrid buried his face in his palms as big as dustbin lids and cried sadly.

Harry and Ron kept patting his arms, trying to give him some comfort.

After a long time, Hagrid finally raised his head, his eyes red: "You are right, I am so stupid...my old dad will definitely blush for me when he sees me like this..."

Smiles appeared on several people's faces again.

Hagrid's tears flowed out again, and he wiped them away hard: "Do you want to see my old dad's photo? I think I put it here..."